Letterwriting Stories

emmy edwards has spent her whole life in the shadow of the rink - as a michigan student-athlete, a lacrosse standout, and the twin sister of defenseman ethan edwards, she's used to navigating a world full of hockey boys, chirping, and chaos. the one thing she isn't used to? feelings. especially not the feelings she's been secretly writing down in a collection of unsent letters addressed to her brother's best friend. luke hughes is supposed to be off-limits - the golden boy of yost, the quiet-hearted hockey star who always looks out for her, the one person she should never fall for. but when he accidentally discovers the letters she never meant for anyone to read, everything changes. and instead of walking away, he starts writing back. she doesn't know he's reading. he doesn't know how to stop. told entirely through letters both hidden and unsent, this is a slow, aching story of friendship, trust, late-night practices, unexpected confessions, and the terrifying possibility that the person you're falling for... might be falling too.

When a paperwork screw-up forces Lea to share a tiny flat with a stranger, they make one rule: never meet. Day girl. Night boy. One apartment. A hundred notes on the fridge.

The literary journey of an Indian novelist, playwright, short story, non-fiction 'n articles writer, translator, a 'little' thinker and a budding philosopher in 'Addendum to Evolution: Origins of the World by Eastern Speculative Philosophy' that was originally published in The Examined Life On-Line Philosophy Journal, Vol. 05 Issue 18, Summer 2004.

She writes to breathe. He reads to feel. In a corner of their secondary school, a girl hides her pain in ink- tucked between pages of books, unsigned and unfinished. One day, Someone writes back. What begins as a secret letter turns into a silent friendship, then into something more. Something shared only through words, never spoken aloud. Neither of them knows the other's name, only truths they dare not say in daylight. But secrets have endings. And love-especially the kind written in ink-rarely survives reality.

I wasn't looking for love. I just wanted to write, to connect. But then he showed up - on the other side of the world, with different eyes, a different tongue, and a heart that somehow matched mine. This isn't a story of instant fireworks. It's the slow ache of discovery. A Nigerian girl. A Chinese boy. This is how, slowly... we fell.

these will be letters for the contests I'll participate in.

Get ready for a chilling journey, friends! Ellen and Tory are exchanging spooky letters filled with thrills and surprises. You won't believe the haunted tales they share. Brace yourself for a hair-raising adventure that'll keep you on the edge of your seat. Dare to read on?

In a small town, quiet boy Tom lives mostly in his own head, filling notebooks with poems and sketches no one sees. Then August appears-warm, mysterious, and unknowingly magnetic-and she becomes the center of his unspoken world. Their connection grows in fragments: shared silences in cafés, stolen moments in the rain, a sketch passed like a secret. But while Tom's feelings deepen, August's life drifts in and out of reach. Their story unfolds in almost-confessions, lingering glances, and letters never sent. As seasons pass, they navigate the fragile beauty of unrequited love-where hope lives in the spaces between words and goodbyes come without anger. Years later, fate brings them back together. What remains isn't romance, but something quieter: a mutual recognition of how they changed each other, and the peace that comes from letting go. Tender, intimate, and achingly honest, The Quiet Side of Love is a meditation on the kind of love that shapes us without ever becoming ours-and the art of carrying it forward without regret.

Any writing, like speaking, has personal as well as impersonal character to it; whereas in letters, the personal tone acquires an emotive character, the impersonal tenor of stage plays, and such public endeavours, imbibes the force of opinion making. Inevitably, this innate ability of language to influence the listener / reader, besides catering to the vanity of the speaker / writer, makes it prone for abuse by man. Maybe, it's the inkling of the dangers of demagogy that makes nature to ensure that the oratorical skills are in short supply for man. But in our 'media era', as the vanity of the rightly-connected gets fulfilled by way of seeing 'one's name in print', the writing became a victim. Needless to say, this premise makes it incumbent upon one to define what ought to be true writing.

This is a compilation of letters I wrote daily during the month of November, starting November fourth, skipping one day? two days? and ending on November 30th. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the idea from Youtuber Carrie Fletcher's series 'Letters to Autumn'.

Draco writes a letter to his father about what happened to his siblings Alixandra and Rin after the war with help from friend's and his girlfriend hermione

It all started with a nosy neighbor and a bar of chocolate... Follow the story of how two neighbors in a big city find comfort in writing to each other and help each other navigate the struggles of growing up: first love, first job, family drama, following your dreams. Because even though there are two million people in their city, and what feels like hundreds of problems, they are only one letter apart. #11 sweetmoments #35 youngadultfiction #49 lifelessons #77 sweetromance #133 loveletters

A very short story about a mismatched couple. Aren't they all!

But now, there's nowhere to hide, since you've pushed my love aside. I'm outta my head. Hopelessly devoted to you. Eiji misses Ash and the time they spent together. He writes a letter, of which the response is unexpected.

"And as we go on we remember, all the times we had together. And as our lives change, from whatever, we will still be friends forever." For fifteen years I have been trapped in school and couldn't wait for it all to end. The time has come now for that end and as a nineteen year old I can't believe it's here. Thinking back to the friendships I have made and the friendships that have ended, I wrote this letter as a thanks to my friends.

England writes a letter to his mother. (Mother's Day fic)

Continued from last month's Dear November letters. A little less angsty, a little more poetic. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the idea from Youtuber Carrie Fletcher's series 'Letters to Autumn'.

"He looked at me like he knew what I tasted like. He didn't. Not yet." - - - One hallway. One letter. One moment that changed everything. He looked at me too long. So I wrote him a letter. He read it. I vanished. But when he found me again... it wasn't love we were falling into-it was fire. But some fires don't go out-they smolder. And this isn't the end. It's just the beginning.